well, here I am again, sitting on my favorite hill, over looking a field covered in thorns and blood, the calm, atmosphere makes me happy, am I sick for wanting to be alone or am I sick for wanting to slice up my legs and arms or for being partial to the male gender, but that is just like asking does that make anyone who believes that someone who is not their color is sick or the same gender for that matter, I ask you, why do we live in this world to were we can't live without being looked at or judge because of what we look like or who we are, if I could make this world an arcadia I would but that would mean the destruction of the entire human race and then I would be alone, as I look over the vast space of thorns, a tear rolls down my cheek for I could never live in peace and also because we humans are a plague to Gaia, without us, this world would be perfect, well look at this even now my perfect sanctuary is now being invaded by the largest virus in the world, "mankind". well there is no other place I can call sanctuary, so it is with a heavy sigh, I drive a knife through my chest and jump off the edge as I do all the filth of the world pours out.